Would there, could there come a time
When world and work do rhyme?
When joy and sorrow
Join in the morrow?

Sense and meaning
Deprived
Of sound and thought
Bartered, sold
And even bought.

At what cost
Do we wander
As if lost
Without bearing
Or direction?

Not knowing
Is surely not a sin!

I've lived a lie
And knew it not.

Cone one yet live and lie
Finding nothing more
Important than a
Morally upright
Disposition?

Can I be bold
And expect to be
Other than what
I've become?

How many repetitions
Does it take
To addict one
To failure?
Or is that a question
Unanswerable
In numbers
Past their prime?
The tongue slithers into queer spaces
Unassisted by the mind.